sleep away my hidden child
your dreams will comfort your disarray
your weary feet can lay to rest
your soft cried can fade away
into a lullaby
or an oblivion
of sorts.
prompt; a hidden poem underneath the picture i used for my original prompt.
outcome; placement.
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Poetryearth → purgatory → heaven // hell ↓ illusion my poem compilation from the past year ♤ lowercase intended ♤
